from Followers by Megan Angelo (aetabooks):

Orla began the strenuous mental exercise of trying to come up with a restaurant that was inexpensive, close enough to walk to, and stocked with normal bread baskets, not focaccia or olive loaf or anything that might make her mother say, derisively, “Ooh la la.” Ten minutes later: “Ooh la la,” Gayle said as the waitress set down the bread basket. Orla sighed. “But it’s just rolls.” Gayle pointed at the dish next to the basket, which, instead of wrapped pats of butter, held a pool of oil and herbs for dipping.

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